Date: Sun, 19 Jul 2015 19:52:31 +0000 (UTC)
From: D D <dlcf8900@yahoo.com>
Subject: My New Step Dad - Part 2

This story is a complete work of fiction.  All characters are more than 18
years of age.

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I awoke next to Xavier the next morning.  I looked at the alarm clock next
to the king sized bed.  It was just after 8:00 a.m.  Being a Saturday, I
would normally sleep for another hour or so before going for a morning swim
and then meet friends for breakfast.  But I don't think this would be a
normal Saturday morning.

Surprisingly, my soon-to-be step-father and I hadn't done anything sexual
the night before.  Once I had joined him in bed, we didn't talk or fool
around.  He took off his clothes (apparently, he liked sleeping naked).  I
crawled into bed and the only thing he said to me was a request to take off
my clothes.

"No one wears clothes in my bed," he said authoritatively.

I removed my shirt, shorts, and boxer briefs, surprised that he didn't try
to start anything sexual.  He just pulled me near him and spooned me, his
flaccid dick against my ass.  I fell asleep in his arms and had a restful
night.  I woke up turned towards Xavier.  He was still next to me, on his
back now.  The white sheet that we slept with now down by our feet.

He was still sound asleep, breathing gently.  I studied him as he laid
there.  He was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen.  Chiseled abs.  Sculpted
pecs.  Built arms.  His face was gorgeous, too.  Thick lips, a firm jaw,
and the perfect amount of scruff.  And all over his body, a deep chocolate
skin that I looked so pale against.



In all my 18 (soon to be 19) years, I've never been more attracted to a
man.

I felt myself becoming horny.  I needed his cock.  Flaccid but firm, it
looked delicious.  I reached down and started gently stroking it.  It grew
in my hand and the foreskin retracted a bit.  I brought my face closer,
licking around the hood and tasting the surprisingly sweet head.  I took a
few inches into my mouth, keeping my eyes on Xavier's face.  He started to
stir, stretching his arms and legs out from his body.

He looked at me, smiling.

"Fuck," he said.  "This is the perfect way to be woken up, baby."



I didn't answer but continued to envelop his cock with my mouth.  I had
never sucked something so thick.  It was heavy and powerful and I was
becoming addicted.  As much as I tried to deep throat him, I couldn't.

He wasn't going to accept my failure.  He grabbed my head and pushed my
head further down his cock.  He was gentle but firm.  I had all but two
inches in my mouth.  Tears were streaming down my face and my mouth was
salivating all over.

"Come on, girl," he encouraged.  "Get the rest of that dick.  I know you
can do it."

When he was done with me, I had successfully taken his entire cock down my
throat.  I felt like I couldn't breathe, like I was suffocating.

"Breathe through your nose, girl."

"That's it," he said once I had taken it all.  "Aren't you proud of
yourself?"



I was.

Before I knew what was happening, he rolled me over so I was on my stomach
and he was straddling my legs.  He slapped my ass so hard, making it sting
and making me yelp out loud.

"This ass is perfect, baby.  This ass should belong to a black girl with
fat titties and thick legs but instead it's on your skinny white body.  How
do you think that happened?"

Not waiting for a response, he added "This ass proves that you were born
gay, boy.  You were born with an ass that would please a man like me."

He reached around and stuck two fingers in my mouth.

"Get 'em wet," he said.

I sucked his fingers as well as I could and then he took them back and
proceeded to open my asshole with them.  He was being more rough that he
was yesterday and I liked it.  He added a third finger, sticking them into
my hole and then stretching them wide.  It felt like he had an urgent need
to fuck me.

After several minutes of fingering me, I felt him spread my ass cheeks as
far as he could before he started licking me hole.  He would turn his
tongue into a hard bullet and fuck me with it.  Every few seconds, he'd
spank my ass, just to remind me of who was in charge.

"You know that you belong to me now," he said.  "Your pussy is mine and you
are mine.  Daddy's the only man that gets to fuck this hole unless I give
permission otherwise.  Got that, boy?"



"Yes, daddy," I answered out-of-breath.  "Please put it in me.  Please
breed me like a bitch, daddy.  I need to feel your cock again.  I need to
be stretched, daddy."  I was begging like a slut.  No one had ever had that
effect on me before.

"That's daddy's girl.  Here it comes, baby."

He spit once more on his cock, rubbing it in.  While still holding my legs
up in the air, he slowly put his thick meat inside me.  Even though I had
just felt it yesterday, I couldn't believe how big he was.  My head shot
back and I started moaning like a skank in those straight porn movies.

"Baby, your hole is so fucking tight.  How do you keep your pussy so tight
for your new daddy?  Hmm?"



"I fucking love your cock, daddy.  I fucking love it."



"Looks like I turned you into a little slut for black dick, baby."

"For your black dick, sir."

"That's fucking right, boy.  You're daddy's boy.  Daddy's little faggot
boy."

I'd never been called a faggot before but in this context, it was so
fucking hot.  I started begging him to fuck me harder.  With each thrust
inside me, he would hit that magical button.  Each time he pushed it, I
felt myself getting closer to cumming.  I'm going to have to learn how to
last longer, I thought.  I felt my new priority in life becoming pleasing
this beautiful, black man.  My new daddy.

"I'm getting close, boy.  Where do you want daddy's load?"

"Sir," I asked, "will you breed me again?"



"Daddy's gonna knock your ass up, baby."

He started pistoning in and out of me at rapid motion.  I hadn't even
touched my dick up to this point but it was hard as a rock and leaking
pre-cum all over us and the bed as he manhandled me.  His assault on my
hole was making me lose it.  Finally, I could feel my own load shooting out
of my cock.  I didn't see it as it was happening because my eyes were
rolling back in my head but I must have shot eight or nine times and when I
opened my eyes, I could see that he had remnants of my load on his chest.

"Fuck baby," he near-screamed.  "Your hole just became so fucking tight
when you shot.  I can't hold on much longer."  As he started cumming, he
reached up, grabbing onto my nipples and twisting them in his hands.  It
hurt but felt so fucking erotic for some reason.

After he bottomed out in my hole one last time, driving his cum as far into
me as possible, he slowly withdrew his cock.  My eyes were closed in
satisfaction so I was surprised when I felt his mouth at my hole.  It felt
like he was trying to suck his load out of me.  My hole was sensitive so it
made me moan out again.



With a mouth full of the jizz that had gone from his cock to my ass, he
came up to my face.  I opened my mouth to welcome him and he shared his
spent load with me.  We made out as I swallowed the warm cum.  For some
reason this turned me on.  After several minutes of letting his tongue
dominate my mouth, he rolled over next to me on the bed.  We were both
panting in heat and I could see that both of our cocks were rising again.

"Fuck, that was hot," I said.  "I've never been with a guy who did that
before."



"Baby, I think you'll find there aren't many things I won't do."

As we laid there, I rolled over on my side and absentmindedly starting
rubbing my hands on his hard stomach.  I also started thinking about what
we were doing.  He must have seen the confusion in my face.

"What are you thinking about, baby?"



"How wrong this is."

"Did it feel good," he asked.

"Of course it did.  I've never felt so good before.  None of the guys I've
been with can do what you can.  But that's not the point."

"Well what is the point?"

"I feel like I'm betraying my mom."

"Boy, you worry too much," he said as his hand ran through my air.
"Besides, your mom and I are mature adults who have already discussed
having an open marriage."



"What?"

"You know how much your mom travels," he explained.  "She knows how sexual
I am.  And she's the horniest woman I've ever had the pleasure of meeting,
so..."



"Ew," I said.  "Some things I don't need to know, man.  Besides, even if
you are...open...I don't think this is the kind of openness she had in
mind."



He deliberated for a moment.

"Maybe you're right," he finally said.  "But I love your mother.  And I
love my new son, too.  Let's not get all Puritanical and shit, okay?  Let's
just enjoy ourselves and worry about tomorrow tomorrow."

I sighed.  A part of me couldn't get over the guilt I felt quite so easily.
But another part of me felt like I was falling for him.  I was falling for
the man my mom was going to marry.  He said he loved me.  And I wanted to
be loved by him.  In more ways than one.

"So what are we going to do today," I asked.

"Your mom left me with a to do list for the wedding," Xavier said.  "I have
to make the flight reservations for your grandparents, your aunt, and
Jason."

"Who's Jason?"



"My son," he said matter-of-factly.  I looked at him with surprise.

"Your mom didn't tell you I have a son?"

"No."

"He's been living up in Chicago.  He just graduated college and is going to
be starting at Morehouse Med School here next year.  You'll like him.  He's
a handsome man just like his daddy.

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Hope everyone enjoys this.  Sorry for the slightly shorter chapter.  Thanks
to everyone for the kind response to the first chapter.  I have further
chapters planned if people are still interested.  To offer feedback and
ideas, email me at dlcf8900@yahoo.com.